He skimmed the menu quickly, trying to see if there was anything that would satisfy both of them. “Looks like the fates are working against us,” he mock sighed, no chocolate strawberries in sight. He passed the menu back to their patient waiter, asking for the check quietly. “I’m having a really great time, Rosalie,” he said quietly, seriously, almost shyly. Once the bill came and it’s signed without much fanfare, generous tip and handed back over. He reached over across the table for her hand, to hold it, to help her up, whichever she’d like. “So tell me, Your highness, am I better company as a man? Or is it easier dealing with me as an amphibian?” His prior seriousness was washed away in favor of lighter teasing, but the question was still sincere.